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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Whizbang Dustyboots" data-source="post: 3532852" data-attributes="member: 11760">Meanwhile, back in Foxton on Moss, Renraw shifts from one foot to the other, looking nervously at the quiet town."I'm still unsure about staying the night here. It seems we're too close.""Trust me," Tock says with a wink, heading toward the Way Inn.As the fugitives continue their discussion, they hear the unmistakable sound of someone relieving himself into against a wall of the inn. As they come around a corner, they see it's the back of a deputy, wearing the baron's colors. His partner, around the corner, holds a lantern with a bored look on his face.The deputy with the lantern looks up as Tock approaches, expression shifting from boredom to excitement at the prospect of something to do."Papers, please.""Yes, sir," Tock says, offering his identification papers papers. "My name is Tock, and this is Renraw and Katadid. Just looking for lodging for the night on our way elsewhere. Is there a good pub around here? I could use a drink!""No good pubs," the deputy says, inspecting everyone's papers. "Just this place. Have a good evening."Impatient, Katadid brushes past them and on into the inn's common room before anyone can stop him. Once inside and away from the deputy's eyes, his hands begin shaking and tapping the nearest table. After a pattern is knocked out, his hands ball into fists and his vibrations settle slightly. He nods toward the bouncer lurking by the door. He opens his mouth, and closes it as he looks questioningly toward Tock when he walks in.Ignoring the bouncer, Tock heads toward the wide counter where the innkeeper handles the merchant traffic in and out of Foxton on Moss, which produces much of the wool in the southern half of the Prustan Peninsula."We'd like a room, please," he smiles. "And where would we stable our horses for the night? Katadid's horse gets nervous when alone."The pinch-faced woman behind the counter looks him up and down with distaste, clearly calculating how much he'll be able to spend in her head."Stables are outside. Pay the stablehand for that. Five silvers for a room."She picks at a scab on her face with one fingernail as she holds the other hand out, palm upwards, waiting.Tock hands her two gold pieces."We don't want to be bothered. Is that understood, ma'am?"She grunts and whistles. A small boy with bright orange hair dressed all in wool appears and shows the fugitives to a well-appointed room. The room has shutters that lock on the inside and a stout lock on the door.He hands the key to Tock, his other hand levitating upwards, palm outstretched."Just let me know if y'all need anything, sirs. Just ask for Dieter.""In fact, maybe there is, Dieter," Tock smiles.A little while later, Tock heads out of the Way Inn past the guards and tips his head pleasantly. He walks to the cart and grabs the supplies Roebello gave them and takes them back to the room, where he deposits the bundle before heading back out."Having an all right night, boys?" he says to the guards.Whistling a happy tune, he heads back to the cart and takes the horses to the stable. He walks up to the stableboy and hands him the reins."Hey, kid ..."</blockquote>

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